Category: Slow Living
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Some moments stay with you mostly because of how they smelled. My father smelled of shaved wood, a trace of his shed behind the house that never quite left his sleeves. He was a carpenter by trade, and in that shed he could make almost anything — a doll’s house once, painstaking and exact, every…
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(and Why That’s Okay) If you’ve ever opened an old journal and snapped it shut again almost immediately, heart going a bit too fast, stomach tight — you’re not alone, and there’s nothing wrong with you for feeling that way. I genuinely hate rereading my own journal. I want to be upfront about that, because…
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The Dutch Council for Health and Society recently released a striking report: we are living in what they call a hyper-nervous society. Constant acceleration, pressure to perform, and rising individualism are leaving deep marks on our wellbeing. The numbers are sobering — burnout is on the rise, waiting lists for mental health care grow longer,…
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Most evenings, I walk the dogs across our land just as the light starts to go. The fields around us pick up a particular sound at that hour — wind moving through grass that’s gone slightly silver in the fading light, a sound that’s almost a whisper if you actually stop and listen for it…
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WWhen people hear “rewilding,” they usually picture something large — wolves returning to a forest, a wetland filling back up with life, an entire landscape being handed back to itself. But rewilding doesn’t have to happen on that scale. It can be something much smaller and much more personal — a quiet decision to let…
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What If You Didn’t Need an Hour for Self-Care? Most of us know what we should do to feel better. Sleep more. Stress less. Meditate. Exercise. Eat well. Spend time in nature. And most of us don’t do it — not because we don’t want to, but because the gap between where we are and…
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I grew up in a corner house on a street where every other home had a proper garden — real grass, real trees, all of it. We had a path. Paved over, edged with a wooden fence my dad had built himself, not pretty, just functional. The only green in the whole place was a…
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When we think of stillness, silence often comes to mind. We picture quiet rooms, empty landscapes, or the complete absence of noise. But stillness doesn’t always live in silence. Sometimes it’s carried in sound — in the hum of bees in a summer garden, the steady rhythm of rain on the roof, waves rolling in…
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As the summer holidays wind down, there’s often a bittersweet shift in the air.You’ve spent days recharging — maybe traveling, maybe simply resting — and you’ve felt the weight of deadlines and routines lift. You’ve had moments where you felt lighter, freer, more you. But then September comes. The work emails pile up, the meetings…
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My father saw the world in two colours. Right or wrong, with him or against him, nothing in between. I grew up thinking that was just what conviction looked like, and for a long time, I built myself the same way. In practice, that meant friendships ran on a kind of test I never told…